"It's okay," Nerys said automatically, after the man nearly fell trying to help her back on her feet--not that it mattered, as the wind tore her words out of her mouth. She wedged the branch between the stones and dirt as they moved down the path, slowly at first, then far more quickly as the wind hit their backs.

Too quickly, actually, causing her as well as him to stumble again, but the branch provided enough leverage to keep her up. She reached backwards for his arm as he started to lose his balance, fingers catching on the thin fabric of his scrubs. "Shit," she hissed, planting her feet as best she could, and prayed a second gust wouldn't come along before they could get fully upright again.

Fortunately, though, they managed to stay up, and Nerys kept one hand on his arm as they walked, figuring they had better balance together. More weight, anyway. In a moment or two, they emerged onto a road, lined with several ancient-looking buildings, though Nerys was in no mood by this point to try to do any anthropology, with her earlier discontent now turned into a raging headache from the screaming of the siren. She looked over her shoulder at her companion and made the hominoid-universal any ideas? shrug before jerking her head towards the nearest door.